“Remember when Jesse was mugged?” Logan’s gaze was intense. A gasp strangled in my throat, and I massaged the tight column. “I remember. But you’re not saying...” I shook my head, unwilling to believe my father could do this. “We didn’t want to be a burden on you. People already talked about always needing our woman to sweep in and save us. It would have only exacerbated things.” “I would have listened,” I protested, lurching forward in frustration. But my thoughts curdled. What would I have done if they told me? Logan shook his head with a bitter smile. He could tell how the news disturbed
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